RP:Dragon Flight

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Part of the Incarnation of Abomination Arc


Summary: An impromptu verbal confrontation leads to the Reincarnation of Helich fleeing, only to trick his pursuers with his well-known illusionary prowess. Strength returns in small measurements to the self-proclaimed Demon, but it certainly does return.

Characters: Heltri, Lukas, Zhaleeah

Location: Kelay; Villiage and Sage Forest.


A dawn beckoned the village of Kelay, within the forest of Sage. A dawn worthy of Lithrydel - another dawn. A red dawn. Blood loomed on the horizon, as it did many days - and so did a behemoth. A juggernaught of a Dragon, Heltri was a beast. In true form the male was an adversary to the strongest, and even his truly regained power was something even the less magically inclined could sense - he grew stronger by the day. Nay. The hour. Two hundred feet in length, eighty feet of heigth - several tons of weight held a steady seven hundred feet of altitude being attained from leathery wings that stretched at least eighty feet tip to tip. A force to strike fear into many. One may note the stalking poise of this Dragon - the black seemed to be stalking the rising sun, heading due east toward Cenril. Toward the beach. A loud roar greets Kelay as he nears its borders. A rageful roar, deafening - the ground thundered at its very presence. Helich had returned.

Lukas is moving at full pace, strong legs fuelled by tireless training and the discordant bouts of adrenaline that surge through his system. He was however just a man, as ever a man and a sword. Oh yeah, a man, a sword and in possession of a dragon. Here we go!

And that dragon was running alongside him, though this inefficient mode of transportation would only last a moment longer. Taking to the sky with a leap, Zha'leeah makes a quick transition into her own draconic form. Massive as well, she still wasn't as big as Heltri, the female younger and about a little less than three-quarters Heltri's size - with subtle differences in bulk and so on that mark the differences between males and females. Her wings clap with a thunderous sound as she banks sharply, swooping down to snatch Lukas off the ground with practiced grace and boost him up onto her back in a daredevilish maneouver. A roar of her own echoes out in response to Heltri's as they give chase to the other dragon, as if to say, "You're not getting off that easy!"

Heltri used a long neck to cast a glance behind that only enraged, and almost envigorated the male to some degree - fury. A bubbling fury, a quiet fury - until another roar, near the almost destroyed bridge to Cenril that would eventually get blamed on this third incarnation. The death of thousands, Cenril half destroyed - that is what someone had shouted at him. A voice abruptly pierces Lukas' mind - he would not trifle with another Black's mental defenses. ~You waste time. Turn back. Die. Your choice. One. Only ---- O~ The message was choppy, garbled, sif the male hadn't the mental fortitude to even so much as communicate. His long body curved skyward further, altitude rendering a wiser choice - until they caught up. Mayhap he was laying a trap for them - t'was the blacks way, after all. A feigned weakness, or perhaps legitimate? Time would tell. Time, as always.

Lukas hung tight to the makeshift pommel a particularly large scale provided, his legs eased around the sinuous curves of the beast, he had done this a thousand times before - it was nothing new. The voice that perforated his mind was though, the unease that shuddered through him likely easily picked up upon by Zha'. He could not respond nor would his words be heard above the clamour of air and chopping wind - he settled in for the long haul, so to speak, his mind racing with expectation.

Zhaleeah does indeed pick up on that uneasiness, and it elicits a small growl in response, aimed towards Heltri and in turn serving in lieu of Lukas trying to say aught at all. Her path through the skies follows Heltri almost exactly, though her body's movements are accommodating to the rider on her back - a rider who uses no means to secure himself, no less. Still, the pair were exceedingly practiced, and the accommodations proved to do nothing to hinder her flight and in turn have the benefit of ensuring that Lukas doesn't find his death mid-flight via pilot error. Knowing full well the ways of her own particular breed of dragon, 'Leeah presses on regardless with the awareness that something may be laying in wait.

A sudden acrobatic stint serves as a distraction of sorts, at least to cause the male to gain distance from his pursuers - that upward path was used to curve his neck directly up after another quick glance was thrown behind. Distance was calculated to a tee, their persistence nagging him - and soon with his neck pointing directly vertical with the ground, he'd spew a bit of acid in wake of the duo. It was timed to hit them both, cover them in the acidic goo, perfectly if they did not move -- and a bit of it caught his own tail which caused a falter in flight soon regained. Soon after though, a voice sprouted -around- the traversing pair of killers that was still weak, a bit garbled, but one could discern it if they tried - "You. Death - Brothers come. Leave. Die - Brood. Death." Like a broken radio...but would they understand the black dots on the horizon, hovering over Cenril several miles off for what they were?

Lukas whilst by no means incredibly intelligent is beginning to put two and two together. Brothers, black dots on the horizon, brood. Yeah, this was a fight they probably should be bailing on. His legs clamp tight to his resplendent carriage, and he sends a fist in between a niche in her scales to signify his wishes - retreat, they were too few now but they'd be back, and much like the sand people, in greater numbers too. The acid however was left to Zha to deal with, faith placed in his gargantuan ally to see him to safety.

Zhaleeah banks quickly and sharply to avoid the spew of acid, the slightly softer scales on the underside of her belly catching a few splatters. Oh, that's gonna sting. Still, her priority was Lukas - she could survive the splash of acid far, far better than he could. His wishes aquiesed once the attack had been avoided, the dragoness pulls back sharply, body stretching out vertically, though angled enough to keep her rider from falling off, powerful wingstrokes keeping them hovering in the air for a moment before she turns to head back towards Kelay. A fight for another day, certainly.